A/N: I've been on a Janet Jackson binge ever since her Metamorphosis concert in Vegas. Then I ran into one of her classic videos. And that gave me ideas. I had no plans to write Richonne again because I need to get back to my original work, plus the show itself is not inspiring me, but after I watched the video again, inspiration began pooling through my brain.

Please enjoy this one shot and let the show begin!

Ps: if you want to get a visual and I hope my writing interprets it well enough, you can check out Janet's live in concert video on YouTube. Would You Mind.

Would U Mind

"Hey, Rick! Gotta ask you sumptin'." Shane Walsh shouted from across the parking lot.

Rick Grimes had just opened his car door and was about to sit down when he heard his best friend since childhood yelling like he's the damn police. Actually, they were police officers, but that don't mean Shane needed to be hollering at him like that. He waited until the loudmouth reached him before he casually said, "What?"

Out of breath, Shane burst out, "Friday is your birthday. Whattarudoin'?"

Looking up into the bright sunny sky, Rick slammed his car door shut, turned and folded his arms, "Well, I was plannin' on taking Lori to meet my parents for dinner."

"Is that sumptin' you wanted to do? Or is that what Lori wanted?"

"Shane don't be gittin' on me about that now. You already know the answer."

Rubbing a hand through his short, dark curls, Shane smirked, "Yeah, I do. That's why you're not goin'."

Rick's arms dropped. He should have felt panicked he had to break a date with the woman who insisted he take her to his parent's house. He got tired of her nagging and wasn't planning on doin' anything for his birthday, anyway. Now that Shane gave him an alternative…

"So, what are we doin'?"

With a giant grin on his face, Shane placed an arm around his buddy's shoulders and maneuvered him toward his own jeep, "Great! Now, you know Leon does security when he's not on duty, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, he got a sweet gig this weekend working with the one and only, Michonne Anthony." He reached into his car and pulled out an envelope and displayed it to Rick like it was a winning lottery ticket.

Rick folded his arms again, "Who?"

Shane gave him a look of disbelief and tsked, "Michonne Anthony? Pop goddess? Queen of Alternative Rock?"

Rick guffawed, "You know I don't listen to that stuff."

Shane placed the envelope back into his glove compartment, "I know you don't, but you should've at least heard of Michonne. You really are a country bumpkin, aren't you?" Scratching the back of his neck, Shane shook his head. "Doesn't matter, you're going. I got four front row tickets and Daryl and Glenn is going with us."

Rick sighed, "Fine," and went back to get into his car.

Shane yelled after him, "Yeah, fine. And don't be wearin' your uniform. Wear some regular clothes!"

Rick, Shane, their fellow officers, Daryl Dixon, and Glenn Rhee, pulled into the large parking area for Amaretto Arena. The lot was filled almost to capacity and outside the front entrance, hundreds if not thousands of fans were milling about, waiting to get in.

Seeing the huge crowd, Glenn worried, "That's a lot of people. It'll be hours before we can get inside."

Daryl only grunted from his seat in the back.

Shane turned off the engine and pursed his lips, "Y'all worry too much. I got you. Leon's waiting for us and he'll get us to our seats before any of these yahoos." He turned to a silent Rick, "Okay birthday boy. Time to get some fun in your life."

Tightening his lips at the insult, Rick pushed open his door, got out and growled, "I have fun. You're just not there to see it," then he slammed it shut.

The rest of the crew scrambled out to follow Rick, Shane racing ahead to take the lead and direct the guys over to a service door where Leon was supposed to be waiting.

Since they were brought in through the back way, Rick didn't see any of the many posters of the venue's starring performer. He and his group met up with Leon, received their front row badges and were ushered around the crowd littering the back, to where they would stand directly in front of a gate used to keep the fans from rushing the stage.

While walking toward the door leading to their seats, Rick failed to notice Shane trailing behind speaking to several large men with the word 'Security' on their t-shirts and pointing at Rick.

Rick turned around in awe at how much bigger the venue was inside. Rows of chairs lined up as far as a football field and then there was more climbing up toward the high ceiling. On the stage, a mile-high red velvet curtain remained closed while he could hear the stagehands and coordinators setting up.

His friends were busy talking amongst themselves, Rick wondered how he was going to get through the night listening to the types of songs he never cared for, an artist he never heard of and because he was in the front row, would be expected to appear to enjoy himself.

Though, it was still better than sitting at his parents with Lori. He didn't even bother to tell her where he was going, just that the dinner was off. He hung up on her when she started to yell at him for disrespecting her and not telling her sooner.

He did, after all, tell her the same day Shane offered the tickets. She had a full week to make other plans, but Lori was Lori, the dramatic queen from hell.

More fans were milling in and finding their seats, some of them were wearing Michonne merchandised t-shirts.

He scratched his growing beard as he finally saw what the performer looked like. Leave it to Shane to always introduce him to something new. From what he could see, Michonne wore a burgundy leather, sleeveless vest. Tight black jeans and combat boots, holding a microphone. Her image was captured with her head tilted back; her mouth wide open as if she was belting out a high note of some song.

Her hair was intriguing. Each dark strand was separated into shiny coils held back by a brightly colored headscarf.

From the t-shirt print, he could tell that she was slim but muscular, she had a pretty face, long lashes, full red lips, and long gracious neck. It was even detailed enough to show her veins popping along her throat from singing whatever high note she was performing at the time of the shot.

The person who thought Rick was staring at her misinterpreted his interest was for her, not the t-shirt. She lifted her chin and flicked her thin blond hair back. Pulling at the hem of her shirt, she stuck her breasts out to let the man know he could have them if he wanted.

Rick caught the woman's movement, dragging his stare from Michonne up to a lady around his age, with her full cheeks, square head, and eager eyes smiling shyly at him. Not willing to entertain any nonsense, Rick rolled his eyes and turned around back toward the stage.

The lights went down and Rick could hear the band testing their instruments while Shane, Glenn, and Daryl chatted excitedly like schoolgirls about the upcoming show.

The curtains opened and onstage was a metallic setup from the future. Strobe lights lit small areas then flared out towards the audience and the fans went wild. Rick and his raised eyebrows turned toward his buddies and wondered why they were close friends. He'd never seen them act all crazy, jumping around and clapping their hands with glee.

Over a singer.

The first song started and he had to admit, it was nice. Several dancers spread across the stage and he had to admit, again, they were pretty good. He was staring at one full-figured dancer that did moves he wouldn't even dream of doing when the already loud crowd screamed.

Entering from his right of the stage, he saw black leather combat boots step inside a red spotlight. Long legs in loose-fitting pants that stopped low on her hips. His eyes traveled up to her tightly cut and muscled abdomen. Her dark brown skin glistened under the colorful lights, emphasizing how ripped she was.

Michonne's full breasts were covered by a black cropped, lycra short-sleeved stretchy shirt. She proudly displayed her well-toned and healthy body, yet she wasn't wearing clothing that revealed parts of her body that most kept hidden for more intimate moments. Her tightly coiled locs were pulled back into a loose ponytail. She struts onto the stage with a sway of her hips as the music began to pulse at a faster beat.

She held a silver microphone in her hand as she joined her dancers. He could now see how large her eyes were and a smile that seemed to brighten the entire stadium.

After several songs and costume changes later, Rick had to admit… she was good. Pretty darn good. She playfully engaged the audience and most of them knew all the lyrics

Even his boys. Daryl surprised him the most. He was the epitome of country hick, even more so than himself. He thought he'd have at least one friend who would be just as clueless to this kind of music.

Sadly, he's the only one that was lost.

A bouncy tune started up and even though Rick wasn't familiar, it was so catchy that he unconsciously started tapping his foot and patting his leg to the beat. Shane noticed how much Rick was enjoying the joyous song and slapped him on the shoulder then leaned in to shout in his ear, "Man, stop being so stiff. Let it go. Nobody cares if you're part of the rhythmless nation. Let it all hang out."

Feeling like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, Rick agreed. He liked the music… no, he loved the music. He loved her voice. The choreography itself drew him in. Why hold himself back? He just turned 30 today and this was the day to do something completely different.

Still a little self-conscious with letting himself go wild in front of his friends, he moved to stand on the other side of a couple who were definitely enjoying themselves. The woman had a short, greying pixie cut and the man, clearly, her boyfriend had his arms wrapped around her, jumping up and down with the music. His greying locs whipping around with beat.

He practiced making his two-step suave and with more sway to his hips by watching the couple. He was able to stay on the beat for most of the time. It was when he stopped analyzing his own movements and just watched Michonne and her dancers go back and forth across the stage that he lost himself in the sound and his body automatically became to sway to the songs' beautiful notes.

Lost in his own world, he didn't notice that Shane was again speaking to the big security dudes and pointing his way. He was snapped out of his music-induced stupor when all the dancers left the stage suddenly and the lights shut off.

All was quiet and when the first few notes began; the crowd went wild.

Rick had no fucking clue what the hell was happening. The stage lights flared brightly, forcing Rick to squint.

Situated in the middle was an upright standing long rectangular board covered in cushiony, red velvet with attached spread arms and padded headrest. Along both sides, several footholds were situated from the top all the way to the bottom.

"What in the world? Am I bout' to watch some kinky experiment?"

Slow, soft, and sexy tunes began to play when the glowing, blue spotlight opened on Michonne standing to his right on the stage. He eased his way back over to Shane, "What this? What's happening?" He whispered loudly.

All he got was, "Shhhh."

Rick couldn't take his eyes off Michonne as she slowly walked across with a sultry swag and drag of her dainty feet in unbelievably high heeled boots. She had changed her outfit to a tight, full body leather outfit, seemingly held together by silver buckles and a vibrant zipper leading down the front.

From her full breasts, her flats abs and all the way down to her sumptuous ass and thick thighs, the outfit covered her from head to toe, it's resilient and pliable material showcased every… single… curve.

As she walked, she placed a hand over her eyes and peered out into the audience, as if looking for someone. Rick became mesmerized by the sweat glistening on the exposed skin of Michonne's generous cleavage revealed by her platinum zipper pulled halfway down her chest.

He drew in a sharp breath of surprise when Michonne stopped and pointed her finger to what seemed like it was directed at him.

Unable to look away, he failed to notice the two security guards talking to Shane earlier, were now heading to where he stood gawking like a fool. Only until both of his arms were grabbed and he was suddenly lifted to literally be thrown over the blocking gate did he snap out of it. The guards jumped over immediately to grab a hold of his arms again and in a panic, Rick turned back to where his friends were standing.

"There's no way I'm being kidnapped in the middle of a concert."

Worried, he struggled for a few seconds before it disappeared when he saw his buddies hoopin' and hollerin' with joy and applauding him.

"What the fuck is wrong with them?" He asked himself as he was practically dragged closer to the stage, the two muscled meatheads leaning down yelling instructions at him.

"Don't try and grab her, don't kiss her, just let her do her thang. You can scream all you want but when she's close, don't yell into her mic."

Confused, Rick asked, "Why would I be screaming?"

The men ignored his question and kept repeating their directives over and over while they pulled him up on stage, dragged him over to the BDSM velvet cross and secured both his arms and the bottom half of his legs.

Rick frantically searched the audience for his friends to get him out of there, but he couldn't see a goddamn thing, the lights were shining so bright towards him.

Michonne finished strutting her path back and forth, ending up next to her dancers. She left it up to her people to pick out an adoring fan for her next number. This was about the 50th time she sang this song and she had to get into her sexy mode to pull off turning on the fan and the audience.

She made her way back over to where her dancers, Maggie and Sasha waited for her. Each gyrating in time to the music. Taking her time, she allowed security to pick a fan, pull him onto the stage and secure him on the cross. She's done it so many times that the guy knew exactly what to do and what he's gonna get.

She didn't need to do much to excite him.

When she reached her friends, she rolled her hips to keep up the sultry image. Sasha did a turn then leaned forward, whispering loud enough for Michonne hear but not enough to be heard by anyone standing backstage, "They picked a hot one today."

Maggie chimed in while swaying her arms to the music, "You got yourself genuine hometown boy, Mich. Cowboy boots and all."

Michonne turned to look just in time to see security pulling her guest along the stage. He wore a white t-shirt, fitted dark jeans over worn, brown cowboy boots. His pants clung to thick thighs and she was unexpectedly delighted to see his bow-legged strut between the two hulking men. The short sleeves revealed golden tanned skin over taut muscles.

The front of his pants looked pretty full.

Enjoying the body, she made her way up to his face and gasped. Hair pulled back from his wide forehead, ended in a riot of curls at the back of his neck.

A full beard with specks of grey covered his squared jaw. Full pink lips spread slightly apart caught her rapt attention until she reached his clear and bright azure eyes. Even halfway across the stage, she could feel his gaze pulling her to walk her ass back over there to find out who was this man.

He wasn't the usual type security picked out and she wondered who pulled what strings to have this man be part of the show. Conscious of the mic being close to her mouth, she didn't respond to her girls' teasing and stayed busy undulating her hips while they got her unique man-meat secured.

When they finished, Michonne made sure her mic was in place, flung back her locs and straightened her shoulders. Maggie and Sasha giggled, "Get 'em girl," as she sauntered off.

Her song 'Would U Mind' had been playing low in the background but on cue as soon as her foot touched the vinyl black flooring, the drums began beating lightly with her footsteps.

Rick squinted his eyes toward the flashes of light bouncing off Michonne's costume, getup or whatever you want to call it. If he was being honest, the suit screamed nothing but sex to him. All the noise from the fans disappeared as he kept eye contact with the most gorgeous woman he'd ever set eyes upon. He could only hear her soft intake of air blowing into the microphone as she prepared to sing.

Her slow gait seemed to take forever. Narrowed eyes hypnotized by the sashay of her hips, Rick didn't notice when she was suddenly standing right in front of him.

Arms splayed wide, he strained against his bondage, there was nothing he could do about it. Glistening beads of sweat rolled gracefully down her neck to disappear into her bountiful cleavage. Rick's eyes were everywhere trying to take it all in. His heart began to beat several miles a minute, it became harder to take a breath.

"Baby… would you mind." Michonne sang softly and ran her dainty hand along his jaw as she stepped around Rick to his other side. Rick's head couldn't help but follow her movement. His mouth dropped in shock as that dainty and pliant hand continued its trek down along his throat. The tips of her fingers palpitating his rapid pulse to glide down his chest… his abdomen, to lightly graze his dick before she flitted away. Still singing softly, asking for his permission.

The industrial fans located on either side of the stage did nothing to help the raging heat that started at his groin to make its way up to the tips of his ears.

He groaned, startling Michonne briefly with a quick cut of her eyes to his mouth, before continuing to sing the chorus. Rick felt her hands slipped quickly under the hem of his short sleeve and squeeze his bicep before she weaved her way back in front of him.

Rick's mouth fell open in submission when she began kneeling down with her back to him, lifting the hem of his shirt and exposing his muscled abs, singing the words, "Bathe you, play with you, rub you, caress you…Tell how much I've missed you."

The back of her head kept bumping against his semi-erect cock, making it harder for him to keep from going into full-blown boner status. All he needed was a moment to adjust himself and he would be better able to keep control, but his arms were strapped, and he was left only to open and close his fists in frustration.

Michonne slid her body against his legs when she stood, turned around keeping contact. When she sang "Please you," then hissed softly, her mouth intimately close to his ear. Rick shut his eyes tightly to prevent himself from latching onto her full lips so close to his mouth. Before she pulled back, he peaked to see what she was doing.

Michonne gave him a sultry smile and hummed briefly. Running an adoring finger along his jawline, she stepped back then placed her foot in one of the holes by his knee and pulled herself up to his eye level.

She didn't stop there.

She placed her other foot at a higher level, leaving her thighs wide open to cradle his chest. Rick thought he had a hard time breathing before, now, felt like he was having an asthma attack. The sweet smell of her perfume combined with the tanginess of her delectable sweat surrounded and encompassed him in a warm cloud of sweltering heat.

Wicked fast, Michonne raised her body to place her pussy directly in front of Rick's face.

He moaned, "Oh, god," before dropping his head back into the headrest's cradle. He worriedly rubbed his fingers, clenched his fists, tightened his ass because he was drowning in explicit bliss and neither one of them had their clothes off.

The fans who were close could see Rick's Adam's Apple dobbing fast along with his swallows.

As she sang, she gyrated her hips, undulating close enough that all he had to do was stick out his tongue and run it along the outline of her labia, the tight outfit clearly revealed. All the while, Michonne ran her fingers through his curls, pulling his face this way and that while pumping her pussy close but not close enough.

Having to concentrate on keeping his dick under control and this woman tugging on his ears, bending down and allowing her hot box to bounce off his chest and sing/whispering dirty words was driving him mad. The tips of her hair tapped his cheek each time she raised and lowered her body, sending thrills down to his lower gut.

"Kiss you, suck you, taste you, ride you."

Rick tried his damndest, but he couldn't stop his hips grinding to Michonne's tempo. He didn't give a fuck that he was on display for over a thousand people and possibly millions more from those fans videotaping his destruction and uploading to Youtube. He didn't care if his boys saw him fall to pieces over this gorgeous Siren.

He would gladly thank Shane for bringing him here and he would gladly leap to his death with pleasure.

Michonne was barely hanging on a thread. She felt very lucky she sang the song so much, she could do it in her sleep because tonight, her mind was not on it at all. When she cupped her captive briefly, she felt the tell-tale jerk of his penis. It's not like it hadn't happened before. This time, it felt like it moved specifically in her direction… fitting her palm precisely.

A strangled moan escaped his mouth, startling Michonne enough that she almost forgot to sing the lyrics. She took a quick look at his face. His cheeks were flushed, his pupils dilated. His mouth hung open and she caught a peek of the tip of his tongue that flashed out of his mouth and take a quick swipe of his lips. She pushed through to keep singing… leaning in close to almost whisper the seductive "Please you…" into his ear. She breathed in deep and smelled his cologne, sharp crisp.

Michonne's nostrils flared appreciatively when she raised above him. The curls on his head inviting her to do with him what she will. She kept herself lucid enough to try and maintain professionalism but when she took ahold a handful of his silky strands, she couldn't help but direct his head in all the positions she wanted him to partake if they'd been in a bedroom, stark naked. And, without thousands of people screaming at her back.

Thankfully, she continued to sing and remembered she needed to engage the audience with her performance. With her legs still spread in front of her bearded hunk's face, she held onto one of the handles next to his head, bent her knees so that her clit tapped his chest again as she turned her waist to give the audience a look of pure sensuous heat. Turning back, her grip almost slipped and she tightened her thighs as an automatic response.

Feeling her legs squeezing him under his arms forced her blue-eyed stranger to stare at her squarely and mouth the words, "fuck."

Getting a better grip, and a little discombobulated, Michonne raised again but forgot she needed to keep her distance and the lips of her pussy and her clitoris grazed his chin and she felt a small push of his lips scrambling for a longer, lingering touch.

Their collective gasp barked sharply through the microphone attached to her ear, where everyone could hear it and not mistake it as part of the performance.

Maggie and Sasha quickly looked at each other.

Shane, Glenn, and Daryl were mesmerized.

The audience quieted.

Feeling the thick tension in the air, behind and in front of her, Michonne quickly, yet carefully crawled down from her perch over her handsome guest.

She held up her finger, the lights giving her dark skin, the shiny coils of her hair and her leather outfit a cyan, fluorescent glow… "Baby, would you mind… tasting me."

Rick wouldn't mind at all. In fact, he didn't give a fuck what she wanted to do with him. As long as it was something.

Sasha leaned over and spoke discreetly to Maggie, "That's not part of the routine. What is she doing?"

They both watched in surprise when Michonne snaked her way back up to lean her chest against her admirer and ran her hand down his body again. They both put a hand to their mouths and gasped when she firmly palmed his dick and squeezed. "Oh… my… god." Maggie exclaimed with her southern lilt, "Michonne's gonna get sued for that."

Sasha kept her gaze trained on the handsome volunteer and she could clearly make out him mouthing the words, 'I'm tasting you now.'

Shaking her head in confused what-tha-fuck, Sasha forgot she was supposed to still be gyrating to the music. Slack-jawed, she blurted, "I can't believe these two took it to that level that fast."

Confused, Maggie stared at Sasha. Before she could ask what she meant, one of the stagehands threw a shiny penny at them to get both their attention, "Hey! Keep dancing." Maggie and Sasha jumped back into dancing like sexual predators hanging off poles on the side of the stage.

Glenn tapped Shane on his arm to get his attention, "Did you see that? Is this normal?"

Shane, with his hands on his hips, kept his smile from taking over his whole face, "Nah. I've seen this performance dozens of times and it never ever went down like this."

Daryl eyed Shane with suspicion, "You know her, don't you? You set this up?"

Unable to contain his excitement any longer, his Cheshire grin spread wide. "Yea. I did. I was tired of him acting like an ole stick in the mud, all because he was hangin' around Lori. God, what a boring whiny bitch. My girl, Sasha, told me about Michonne being too busy to have a personal life and I told her about Rick. We agreed to put 'em together. We didn't think this would happen." He waved towards the stage.

Michonne had crawled back up Rick's body, running her fingers through his curls, teasing him by moving close enough to kiss but surging back before he could. As close as they were, she couldn't, however, keep from rubbing her breasts against his chest. Especially when the board holding him hostage began to move horizontally until he was flat on his back, a still sensually, gyrating, moving Michonne lying on top of him.

Now that they were in a safer position, Michonne straightened, leaned back, bracing her hands on top of Rick's knees and simulated riding him with a smooth rounding and back and forth of her hips.

Rick was still bound and helpless, but he could lift his hips and fuck it, he didn't care. He thrust once and his dick hit home. Michonne immediately fell face forward, wrapped her fingers around his neck and leaned her forehead on his. Her hair curtained around them hiding them from the audience. With a quick flick of her hand, she switched the mic off.

The light filtering through her locs allowed her to see his face covered in shadows, "I'm Michonne," she whispered. Her breath bathing him, "Would you mind if I kissed you?"

Rick raised his head, "I would mind if you didn't."

To the audience, as the platform began to lower, Michonne and Rick were still moving as part of the show while the band kept playing, except Michonne was no longer singing.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this short little story. Please leave a comment or just a message and let me know what you think.

Happy Weekend!